I look back at pictures and it's him i always hug.
i look at him now and how he limps,
he is my grandad and i love him.
i feel my eyes now swell with tears,
for his life i am feared
a year ago he asked me to go to the museum with him,
i said i was busy.
i asked him again today if we could go,
The cancer has spread he answers, i cannot walk that far and i never will.
an oppouurtunity lost for my ignorrence
i love him but he never says it, so i fear to also.
what happens when he goes, i will know i loved him. But will he?
